At university there were a core group of people I called my friends. After graduation we all chose our different paths in life and some of us stayed friends. Some closer than others, but I’m still happy to call many of them friends. Ironically, I am the only single one out of this group and I’ve just heard I will be the only one without children (well, by the end of the year) – funny the way it works, isn’t it?
Some of these friends have moved to far off places. Some have stayed close to home. I have moved South. We don’t see each other too often, but when we get the chance to catch up, it’s pretty obvious there’s a connection between us. So, just recently, one of those friends from far of places got in touch to say that there would be a field trip this Summer…and could a few of us meet up in the lakes… I was thrilled to hear the news. I checked the dates – couldn’t do the first weekend – could do the second weekend. I was very excited about it – meeting up after almost 10 years of not seeing each other. Missed lives, broken relationships, children, career changes, new outlooks, pets, family news, fitness, happenings, etc. etc.
Bombshell! Yesterday I was told I have to fly to our US HQ for a week in July. Not a problem, only it’s from Sunday to Saturday, and it coincides with the ‘field trip’ so I can’t do the weekend in the lakes… It interferes because of flight times etc.
The real irony is this…our US office is in Boston. My friends from far of places live in Boston. Do you think someone is trying to tell me something?